Karaoké Faces of Stone David Gilmour

Faces of stone that watched from the dark

As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park

Images framed

Hung high in the trees

And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves

Your lover was gone

His replacement to hand

And just what the difference was you could not understand

In darkening grey we walked back through the streets

Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea

And I my disguise a mask chosen by you

Believed every word I heard

At least I think that's what I tried to do

We sat on the roof

The night overflowed

No more was said but I learned all I needed to know

Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past

But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart